About MASTER OF FREEDOM:
Detective Atticus Ware gave up his beloved Idaho to start again in the mountains of California, close to his imprisoned brother. He has a rewarding job and friends, but the experienced Dominant wants more than the Do-Me submissives who flock around him. He needs a woman who will give her heart as well as her body.
Virginia, “Gin,” is damn good at her challenging career as a prison psychologist. However, one problem inmate is mired inmisery and unable to overcome his guilt at causing a friend’s death.
To clear her mind, she joins a friend’s kinky backpacking excursion, planning to hide in her tent during the evening BDSM pursuits. But Atticus lures her into the activities. She’s read about BDSM, but submission under the hands of a powerful Dom is beyond anything she’d imagined. She doesn’t trust men, doesn’t want a relationship, and yet…wants more from him.
Finally, Atticus has found the woman he wants in his life. In his bed. In his cuffs. But she’s not only his brother’s therapist, but also works in a prison. How can he tolerate his woman walking into danger every single blasted day?
Gin knows she has no future with Atticus Ware, but still, hope is rising in her heart.
Virginia, “Gin,” is damn good at her challenging career as a prison psychologist. However, one problem inmate is mired inmisery and unable to overcome his guilt at causing a friend’s death.
To clear her mind, she joins a friend’s kinky backpacking excursion, planning to hide in her tent during the evening BDSM pursuits. But Atticus lures her into the activities. She’s read about BDSM, but submission under the hands of a powerful Dom is beyond anything she’d imagined. She doesn’t trust men, doesn’t want a relationship, and yet…wants more from him.
Finally, Atticus has found the woman he wants in his life. In his bed. In his cuffs. But she’s not only his brother’s therapist, but also works in a prison. How can he tolerate his woman walking into danger every single blasted day?
Gin knows she has no future with Atticus Ware, but still, hope is rising in her heart.
Excerpt:
Yes, this man was special.
And she wanted him more than she’d wanted
anyone before. She frowned into her drink, and when she looked up, he was
watching her, sipping his wine, and waiting.
With some of her dates, she’d felt their
impatience, as if they tired of wading through the getting-to-know-you phase
before they could get some. Atticus displayed no urgency, just the quiet
patience of a very experienced man.
The knowledge increased her low-key
arousal.
Far, far sooner than she should have finished,
she drank the last of her wine.
“Nervous, pet?” he asked.
She nodded. Although the air was chilled,
her body felt like a heat pump, and her stomach quivered with nerves. She
hadn’t had many lovers and no one since meeting Preston. No one after.
He studied her for a moment, eyes
narrowed. “Talk about mixed signals,” he said. “I can take you back to your
car, sweetling, if you like. Or I can light a fire, and we can sit and talk.”
“Or we can go for the third option.” She
set her glass on the island, grasped his hand, and pulled him down the dark
hallway. Hopefully his bedroom was at the end of it. “Let’s get this out of the
way.”
“You make sex sound like a trip to the
dentist.”
“There have been—” Her mouth snapped shut.
Blushing, she stopped dead, not believing what she’d started to share.
“I see.” His chuckle was low. “I’ll try to
make this feel better than a long, hard drilling.”
The suggestive words delivered in his deep
baritone sent tingles over her skin.
With his hand on her stomach, he backed
her into a room, even as his mouth covered hers, taking possession. The minute
her arms wrapped around his neck, he curved one hand under her ass and pulled
her up on her toes. His thick erection pressed against her pelvis.
When he lifted his head, she was breathless.
Her skin simmered with heat. She glanced
at the bedroom and saw no interesting kinky shackles or piles of rope or
handcuffs. “So we’re going to do this the old-fashioned…um, vanilla…way?”
“Mostly.” He undid her bustier. “I’m not
going to tie you down, sweetheart. Not until you know me better.”
“Oh. Okay.” That surely wasn’t
disappointment she felt. The sensation of his scarred knuckles brushing each
newly bared inch washed the emotion away.
She glanced up at him and saw his
half-smile and the comprehension in his expression. He knew…
Flustered, she lifted her hands to undo
his shirt. “You’re overdressed.”
About Cherise Sinclair:
Having to wear glasses in elementary school can scar a person for life. Dubbed a nerd at an early age, Cherise Sinclair has been trying to live up to the stereotype ever since. And what better way than being an author?
Known for writing deeply emotional stories, the USA Today Bestselling Author has penned sixteen erotic romance novels, most with a BDSM theme. (Please do not mention the phrase mommy porn in her presence.) Her awards range from a National Leather Award to a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination to a GoodReads BDSM group award for best author of the year. Called an “ascendant erotica queen” by Rolling Stone Magazine, Cherise spends her days writing, supervised by a sadistic calico cat.
Known for writing deeply emotional stories, the USA Today Bestselling Author has penned sixteen erotic romance novels, most with a BDSM theme. (Please do not mention the phrase mommy porn in her presence.) Her awards range from a National Leather Award to a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination to a GoodReads BDSM group award for best author of the year. Called an “ascendant erotica queen” by Rolling Stone Magazine, Cherise spends her days writing, supervised by a sadistic calico cat.
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